No motivation

I sit here this morning, thinking of the clean laundry that needs to be folded and put away, the dirty clothes still to be washed, the dishwasher, run but not emptied, and the freshly soiled breakfast dishes.  I think of the vacuuming that ought to be done and how the bathrooms need to be cleaned.  And I want to do exactly none of it!  (I get credit for at least contemplating it, though, right?)

It's an unseasonably warm and slightly rainy day here in Chicagoland.  And all I can think about is how I want to go wander around, exploring with my son.  Then tuck him in for an unrealistically long nap and read my newly acquired book that has sucked me in more than time permits. 

I want to blow off responsibility.  I want to ignore financially sound decisions.  I want to play.  I'd like it more if I had another adult to come along.  But my boy makes for pretty good company most of the time.  I want to disregard acting "proper" or grown-up.  (Having a child tends to make that somewhat more socially acceptable.)  But I want to just skip in the rain, play ring-around-the-rosy, and generally run around like an idiot.  I want to eat breakfast, lunch, snacks, and dinner out without caring what it costs, even though there's perfectly acceptable food in the fridge and cabinets
I want to drive around in January with all the windows rolled down and music blaring.  And no red lights or stop signs. 

I know very little, if any, of those things will actually occur today.  I'll at least get a load of laundry started.  And the condition of the cupboards will dictate that the dishwasher will get unloaded.  And the desire to eventually eat will mean that dishes eventually will get washed.  But, if you will allow me one extremely indulgement whine...

I DON'T WANNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!